We were so shocked at Phyllis& passing. Phyllis always had a kind word and smile for everyone. She will be missed.
I know she loved all of you so much. Our thoughts are with you during this difficult time and will continue to be with you.
Mark, Vickie, and Julie Robertson(Mandy&s family)
We were so sad to hear of your loss. Your entire family meant so much to us while we were at Monticello. We know you are still in shock. We would have tried to
attend the service but Grace&s mother is critically ill with lung cancer and the doctor has said she only has a couple of weeks left, so we are hesitant to leave town.
Phyllis I am sure is "singing" with all the other angels in heaven. I know that is not much consolation at your loss but we will all be with her again.
Our love & prayers are with you all
Bob, Grace & Christy Flynn
Please accept my sincere condolences on the loss of Phyllis. I was one of the lucky ones who worked with her at State Farm when she was employed there. Phyllis always brought a positive attitude with her to work. I enjoyed working with her and have missed her every day since she&s been gone. I&ve thought of her often. She was so proud of her grandbabies. She always brought in pictures and made sure to keep us updated on what they were up to and how they were growing and changing. She loved them dearly. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. May God grant you peace during this difficult time. She will be greatly missed and fondly remembered.
God bless and keep you.
Welcome Home Phyllis!
We will miss her very much.
Vera and Duane Klomps
Heather Miller&s Grandma and Grandpa
But I am so thankful I will see her again someday. I know she is enjoying being with Mother and Dad and Little Kenny and Grandma Bo. She would not want to come back here. Love all of you.
Love, Mary Strantz
Gone from My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!"
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke